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By wordley Date: 2004 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.24.04.14.9879]] |
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On days like these, when time's passage is a slow trickle of seconds, each one delayed and ponderous, The air, stale and thick like some suffocating pall, I find myself at odds with mankind, find him onerous His over-bearing stench, like a bonfire in the fall; And yet, on other days I see him human and compassionate, caring and kind, loving and good, his intrinsic self on show Could it be coincidence that, on days when these qualities resonate, I find myself in company with the sweetest heart that I know?; You, my darling, who causes mankind's eye to downcast in shame, You, whose beauty and goodness shine like a beacon in the dark, What need do I have for other's forgiveness, their distain, When you hold me close, the world and its troubles now aim wide of the mark I would not exchange my situation for gold, or anything else men may seek I may be low in their estimation, their encompassing favour But in your eyes I am a king, my kingdom, your heart and of love we speak In our world love is the currency, the produce fresh with sweetest flavour No, on days like these I would not change my station with kings, For they do not have you, my love.....I do... |